I wish I received this message when I was a young girl in the midst of my bodyâs shifts and transformation…
Dear little me..
So while I was happily browsing twitter, I came across a picture with a caption that pretty much threw me into a fury. I’m not going to give details about it because I know the person and they’re one of my good friends and I’m not saying anything bad about them personally, but it all made me sit back and go “Really?”
I’m going to be 19 this month and during the course of my entire highschool career to now, I’ve seen so many people tweet and post about their “grind.” For those of you who don’t know what a grind is, here is Urban Dictionary’s definition:
Grind: When an individual pushes his/herself to attain a goal, similar to gears grinding when they are worked beyond their capacity.
"I’ve been on the grind lately trying to pay these bills."
Kids my age-particularly the dudes-idolize such horrible people. People like Lil Wayne who rap about “going six feet into the pussy,” Rick Ross who once rapped “Put molly in her champagne, she ain’t even know it,” and other rappers alike whose lyrics are all about getting obliterated, objectifying women, and are getting praised for it.
As a chick, this stuff bothers me to the core especially when women who are looked up to such as Beyonce have someone like her husband featured on a song where he raps “slide the panties right to the side, ain’t got time to take the drawers off.” I respect Beyonce as an entertainer, but after hearing a song where her own husband has no problem rapping about their most intimate moments in such a raunchy manner (and where she obviously has no problem with the entire world hearing it), I can’t believe girls and women still call her a queen.
That kind of turned into a rant of it’s own, but I had been wanting to say that since the Grammys.
I’ve noticed this more in dudes than I have in girls (granted, I hang out with guys 99% of the time), and I get it, I really do. Everyone wants to live the American dream of riches, success, and beautiful women and these rappers songs are full of it, but does no one realize that those guys worked for it?
Now, I’m not saying I don’t respect what they do. I respect every musician alike because if we can’t support each other, who’s going to truly appreciate what the other does? I just wish they would use their attention for something other than preaching about a lot of the things that are wrong with our generation.
Sorry, went off on another tangent. This is about kids and their so-called grind.
If these boys (and girls) are dreaming about success, why won’t they take the steps necessary for it? Now, I’m not calling out the kids who are actually doing shit.. I applaud those kids. Go you! Gold star, forreal. I’m working my ass toward a goal as well, so you’ve got my full 100% support.
But to the kids who love to talk themselves up on twitter, get off of the internet and fucking do something.
Seeing instagrams of kids my age smoking blunts in someone’s backyard with the caption “Started from the bottom, now we here” is just mind boggling to me. Do you not realize how stupid you’re making yourself look? Honestly, what have you done? And staying up in your room, smoking and playing Call of Duty doesn’t count as shit. Reality check: you’re a highschool/college student with a part-time job and that’s really about it. You want fortune and success, but won’t do anything to actually get it (And dealing doesn’t count).
Now, let me backtrack a little; I’m not saying this is every highschool/college student with a part-time job. Obviously, I just said I applaud and support those who have a goal and are working toward it. I have one friend in particular in my mind right now. He’s talented and has a dream that he wants to pursue. When we’re together he’s always talking about a clear plan he’s making for himself and I can’t wait to see the awesome things he does for himself. He’s taking the steps and doing the research it takes to get him living the glamorous lifestyle we always talk about. I admire that in him. He’s a planner and a thinker.
But the kids who think they’re hollywood because their mom bought them a Louis belt? Oh god, give me a break.
It’s like kids in our generation will do anything but work to get the expensive champagne and brand names they dream of. One thing I’m seeing a lot of is the pyramid scheme that is Vemma. Basically, if you recruit people to sell a shitty energy drink, you’ll make money. The more people, the more profit. I get it, it sounds wonderful-sit back, talk a brand up, and reap the benefits. But it’s like these kids are so blinded by the money that they won’t look at the scam.
I guess amidst all of the things I’ve bitched about, what I originally came here to say is if you’re going to tell every social media outlet that you’re on your grind.. be on your fucking grind. Fucking work and you’ll see results. It’s that simple. Nothing in life will be given to you-you have to go out there and get it.
Modesty, strategy, and hard work will give you all of the success & riches you’re so badly craving.
If you haven’t sat in your room at an odd hour of the night listening to Californication whilst silently sobbing to yourself, I can’t believe you’re human.
So many posts on tumblr glamorize depression, anxiety, and self-loathing. I see a lot of empowering posts, but they’re overshadowed by reblogged quotes of ending your life and losing control. Not cool at all.
Going through my inbox on here and rereading all of the kind messages some of you have sent me. They mean the world to me. xoxo
Why are there so many sad things and crying people on my dash today? There’s so much to be happy for like Fleetwood Mac and freshly braided hair and freshly brewed tea and incense smoke and being alive and stuff
My photobooth camera is extremely forgiving. And when I say that I mean it makes my acne look good.
This is me in all of my bare, acne-ridden faced glory. I also have uneven lips, eyebrows that constantly need plucking, fat baby cheeks, and a nose that only looks good at a certain angle for pictures.
I also have strangely thin wrists that make it difficult for me to buy watches and cool bracelets, cellulite on my thighs and butt, large breasts that make me look like I’m wearing a pushup bra when I’m really just wearing a cotton sports bra, and a stomach I can’t seem to flatten out how I’d like it to be.
I also have terrible vision, have to say “what?” a bunch of times in conversation, and have a writing callus on my middle finger of my right hand that makes me think it’s all people see when they see that hand.
But this is me and I’m totally cool with it. I’m not feeling empowered because it’s a new year. I’m feeling empowered because it’s so stupid to sit around and bitch about what you don’t like about yourself rather than accept it.
I’m sort of a hypocrite in this sense because I know when bikini season comes around, I’m going to be obsessing about my butt and thighs. And when I don’t have time to put on makeup, I’m going to not want to leave my house. And when I have to take a picture, I’m going to pose so my nose looks good.
But I’m making this post not only to remind myself this stuff is silly, but to hopefully remind someone else this stuff is silly.
You’re cool. You’re you. No matter how corny this is everybody’s got their imperfections (weird, right? not really). So who the fuck cares.